"My name is Kam King, but I'm assuming you already know that."
Davin didn't move.
"I know that Taylor is being framed, and I'm going to prove her innocent."
"Why does she need to go with you?"
Kam pointed behind them. "Unfortunately, your safe houses aren't safe from these people. Their reach is far, and I have my ways to keep her safe."
"Why did you leave in the first place?"
Not the question he was expecting. Kam clenched his jaw. "I did it to keep her safe."
Something shifted in the agent's gaze. He holstered his gun and nodded toward the dining room.
"She's sleeping for now, but we need to eliminate this threat first."
Davin walked over to the computer with multiple screens and pulled up the camera feeds. "One day you'll have to show me that blind spot you slipped through."
Kam smirked. "Here." He pointed at the middle view where a shadow dashed behind another tree. Kam pulled his phone out of his pocket.
He had four messages from Max.
Got a ping.
contract out for Taylor Ertz
1.5 million
is this your girl?
Kam cursed under his breath.
Davin snapped his gaze up. "What?"
"That is most likely an assassin coming to capitalize on the contract that was put out on Taylor."
Davin's eyes widened for only a moment before his face went stern. "You get her out of here." He tossed him a SAT phone. "Check in when you're safe."
"Where are you going?"
Davin opened a case sitting on another chair and pulled out a rifle. "I'm going to buy you guys some time. And, King."
Kam froze in his tracks.
"Thanks for keeping Nalani safe. I expect you to do the same with Ertz."
Kam could only nod. When Ian had forced him to kidnap the journalist, he knew that he had to do everything he could without blowing his cover to save her. She was innocent. Enough innocents had suffered at the hands of Spartak.
Now the woman that he never stopped loving was their next target. He would never let them win.
Kam reached the door to the bathroom and heard water running. Should he go in or knock? The door flew open, and Taylor stood there, gun raised, wet hair dripping water on her face.
Her shoulders relaxed. "Kam?"
"We've got to go."
Her gun never lowered, and the hope that she would trust him started to embrace the same fate as the Titanic.
